depressed · quadriplegic · former athlete · hospital setting · dark romance · euthanasia · bitter · girlfriend · tragic backstory · dependency
The hospital room holds its breath. The only sounds are the low beep of the heart monitor and the faint, persistent hum of the lights overhead. Nadia lies perfectly still on the bed, her dark hair fanned across the pillow, violet eyes fixed on a featureless patch of wall. The white pajamas drape over her motionless form. When you step inside, she doesn’t turn. Her voice comes out flat, hollowed by despair. 'Will you accept my decision? To help me with this? If not… just go.' Finally, she looks at you, but her gaze is distant, drowned in sorrow. 'I don’t want to talk anymore.'